I just finished my last day of work. Tonight: gay boy NYE party! A friend I used to work with has a NYE party every year, he and most of his friends are gay, but it is always fun.
'The Train Job'
Natter 62: The 62nd Natter
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Since I'm picspamming: Noah's rocket. And he finally will wear glasses for longer than 2 seconds.
Oh. And I love quinoa. We eat it about twice a month.
am ded from the cute that is Noah!
It is probably my bad attitude that makes me read this story [link] (for the link-lazy, 3 precincts in NYC have had no murders in 2008) and want to run up to the West Village and kill someone tonight, right?
Sophia, I friended you over there. I'm...terribly consistent in my online name.
But I do not have the patience for that number of insane-o people.
I imagine that this would be me, too.
It is probably my bad attitude that makes me read this story [link] (for the link-lazy, 3 precincts in NYC have had no murders in 2008) and want to run up to the West Village and kill someone tonight, right?
Heh. I am recently plan-less, so.... Although I think I'd rather go to Bayside for that -- they'd never see me coming.
NYE is best enjoyed in indoor pants, IME.
Amen.
I am having a fabulous NYE dinner. Romaine salad with pear, toasted pignoli and Gorgonzola. Veal piccata with angel hair pasta. Half a bottle of Santa Margherita Pinot Grigio.
Ben & Jerry's "Jamaican Me Crazy" sorbet mixed with soda water and Jamaican rum for dessert later.
And I am using the good china and wearing my indoor pants.
I am wearing inside pants, am full of Israeli couscous and roast seafood and veggies, and am ready to settle in for a movie marathon with prosecco and cupcakes. I love NYE.
Ben & Jerry's "Jamaican Me Crazy" sorbet mixed with soda water and Jamaican rum for dessert later.
Guh.
I think I might do latkes again. And I have a bottle of champagne and the first season of Sarah Connor Chronicles. Perhaps it's time to put on my indoor pants.